Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1IwUpggWat
Wind drifted through the cracks of ruined buildings, gently brushing sand across Yu Yong-An's face. He stood at the edge of District X, a faded, forgotten warning sign swaying in the breeze, its blurred letters barely reading, "Unknown Risk / Do Not Enter."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxYIXysV4jo
Beneath his feet, the cracked concrete released twisting trails of dust with each step. District X lay beyond city surveillance, belonging to no administrative area. As Bai Zi-Ming had said—it was a place "that should not exist."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXIg9SyLVT8
Yu tightly gripped the cross in his pocket, left behind by Zhang Yi-An and passed by Li An-Qing before her death. Its cold, heavy weight felt as if it would pull him into an unseen abyss.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKh0AtzrwK
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0MGVMtZgpV
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BzIJpHWtr
Walls varied from ancient moss-covered surfaces to unnaturally pristine textures; shadows and cracks clashed as though from different eras. His devices failed—no GPS, no network—only the cross remained, suddenly warm in his palm.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcvWK6bzPG
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1iVOiWmqT
—5155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBAzc8B1ZR
—4155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6i1jIFHHOg
—3…155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe4oYW1k6sc
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6i2uPvohML
When "1" appeared, silence consumed everything, even the wind vanished. His vision blurred briefly as the surroundings trembled, damaged pipes reformed, glass fragments floated back into place, as though time reversed.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCHGDxo1Xcr
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYykEJAUX5
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsrxu4HCkvM
Yu stood motionless, watching. This wasn't an image, but a residual reality. He heard nothing, felt nothing, but knew—this was the truth of that day.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxepFHp6tf8
Fragments of Truth155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl9AE2ASBJ5
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlv8xc6mXGj
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZOaPnuskVx
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvNitnp1zX
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbj2Oi7GKO
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdgPHk3ROk
Awakening155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkS9iouYgBG
Yu Yong-An awoke sharply, lying on a cold, abandoned floor as dusk approached. Uncertain of how long he'd been unconscious, the cross was cold again, the countdown gone—as if nothing had occurred.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0U0SMyzz41
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBbISgmvcH9
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIo9YQLsgQ2
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZyutfgqA38
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36UG5nKQh9
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkMkAKtaj7o
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRs71oJN5pL
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ8xMx0x6Md
This wasn't a dream.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHRaoXWeJZ
Physical Anomalies155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAEiHHntEN8
Standing up, his body ached as if torn between dreams and reality. Dizziness forced him to steady himself. Memory fragments overlapped or vanished inexplicably—he knew this phenomenon: memory displacement.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCz07CoMQv5
Residual Phenomena155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWEomLFUjy
Examining the surroundings, small details revealed anomalies—tiles mysteriously cracked, rust colored differently across timelines. Near a window, reflections briefly showed Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwmSW2FQ5h
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0J7TJ5gPS
Residual Signal in the Cross155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGLnTZgQkVb
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnSjpx8Iix
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5PODwjSZ0d
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLqD9PmyQPq
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSU7oItFwhh
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhD4t4R4IB
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdzJNux3CJv
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOXhXKJvRq
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRfLfTakTx
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74D5f6QcO5
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHVRSnrBBZL
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVnUlFuWrO
District X faded behind him, a silent shadow extending deeper through temporal fissures. Yu's steps were steady yet heavier. He carried only the cross, chip, and memories foreign to his past.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmXg9tEgaH
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSslyp0XAsw
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDb9IdAtnq
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZW7JohNYIp
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2UztJU4Ufn
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYX4f5jBCE
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0gGvO9u6P
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmq081k3aZ
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrdx00sbGPn
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ72g1wO4XxX
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6NVu1FRbr
After pondering all night, Yu concluded "Reverse Axis" could mean reversed temporal coordinates or forced identity replacement.
As dusk descended in utter silence, a forgotten audio recorder beneath the railway began to activate.
It was an old recording, long since converted into a digital wave format. But one fragment remained intact—perfectly preserved:
"I'm not you. But I know who you are."
At that exact moment, a crystal buried under the rail began to glow faintly. Its spiral light pattern didn't conform to anything known in this world.
An unexpected signal.A voice without a source.And a scene that shattered the moment the audio stopped playing.
As though, in another time and another self, someone was softly saying:
"There is still another you, already walking this path.
He noted:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUqDME3VRe0
"If memories repeat, don't resist."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKVsAOAtCM
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczoGwcYDBW
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSHSFcz72vM
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3kzr5A5lT
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVUGvApf3hF
Who am I?155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCf1QZjQgDD
What am I remembering?155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSkiWAWz1gw
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhK2ZKIPvhr
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwoWyaBgWyP
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmAI6DbGHL
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡscvNyEpCLK
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUKqdqvWbY
The chip's words echoed:155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUAGEZQmnVM
"You must remember everything."155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFa8XoXllwj
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.155Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSSmJ27wX4L
This time, he was ready.
January 1, 2027 (Friday)
At that moment, all the light rain stopped.
Raindrops hung frozen in midair. Light stood still, suspended in vertical silence.
Local time-space coordinates had ceased functioning. Every visible display read the same line:
2027.01.01 // 00:00:00
The timestamp appeared across mirrors, skylights, phone screens.In several places, people stood immobile.In others—they were simply gone.
But one figure remained.He stood before a mirror.And in his eyes, that same timecode appeared:
00:00:00
It was you.
A silver arc of time suddenly unfolded before them.
Li An-Qing stood at the edge of that unstable rail. Her eyes no longer seemed like physical organs but flickered like layered code—scrolling between systems, ages, and archives.
"Do you still remember me?"
There was no space between them, and yet, they could not reach each other.
"When he discovered Reverse Axis, did he still remember you—the version of you that looked into his eyes?"
Yang An-Ting took a step forward.That single step lit up the edge of time.
Li An-Qing's outline blurred and bent. She became a prism of overlapping timelines, her presence glitching softly like corrupted memory.
"But you're still here."
"And I still remember you."
"Then that's enough."
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and then Add to home screen.